It was hard to move. I could tell I was bandaged, and I could tell I had a lot of injuries. I shifted the Zeon around me and started repairing the bones in my arms. I knew it wouldn't work well, but I needed to try.

"She is awake." I heard Natalie say.

"Her breathing is the same, and her eyes are closed," came Mom's voice. "How can you tell?"

"She is using her gift to try and heal herself. It's not working well, but it seems like she knew that." An unknown female voice followed.

"She doesn't heal well. If I had to guess, she is focusing on her arms, so she can write again." I heard Natalie again.

I tried to lift my arm, and found that I couldn't. So I imagined a tablet with the word water written on it. I felt it cross into existence.

"What does that say?" The unfamiliar voice said.

"Water." This was a voice I knew. Persephone. I flinched at the sound of it. "You are fine child. I'm not here to take you. On the contrary, I'm here to make sure you stay. You took quite a beating."

I imagined writing thanks on the pad of paper again.

"Your welcome." Persephone replied.

"This looks like the ancient tongue. Does she understand it?" The woman I don't know said. So I wrote 'who are you?'

"She doesn't realize she is doing it. She is thinking what she wants to say, and it's appearing to us. The new line is asking who you are." Persephone said.

"I'm Bridgette. I'm Mr. Simon's daughter. He sent me to try and get you caught back up when you awoke." The woman replied.

'How long have I been out?'

"About a month now." Persephone answered. "Don't panic. But try to concentrate on your language. You aren't writing in a language that's been used in a long time."

'Sorry'

At that Mom started crying. I'm guessing she could read that one.

"Can you tell us what you remember?" Natalie asked.

'I turned the corner to go into my Spellcraft class, and then this.'

I heard Persephone read my words out loud. I guess I'm writing weird.

"We are thankful you are alive." Natalie said.

'Yeah, Demeter would probably be pissed if I kicked the bucket now. We have more important things, than me laid up, to worry about.'

I was finally able to open my eyes.

'Bridgette, you are beautiful.'

"Thanks, Tasha."

'Writing with the gift, and trying to heal myself is draining. I need to sleep again.'

Mom nodded, while helping me get some water down, and I went back to sleep.